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Apr 2015
I be the captain of this scurvy crew
We sail under the blue moon
Guided by black skies
The stars gave out on us long ago
Hearts cold
You can see the pain in our eyes
Not from the lack of *****
But the lack of treasure
We were told
It's better to loved and lost than never loved at all
Well we've loved and lost
Never to love again
So casted out to the seas
Bath with the Dolphins
To get rid of these fleas
The clean shaven looked lost in the waves
Crows feet eyes match the crow at my side
Picking the blooding ******* insect
From the crew
I remember the draining feel with you
The lack of civilization has dulled our eyes
Change the interpretation of words
Just blank stares and grunts
We've been drifting for months
But still the flashes of past memories haunts them
They relapse wanting love
So a plank I've built
Threaten them with it
Like a sword on my hilt
But the feeling of love was to great
Soon they staged a coup d'Γ©tat
Set the ship on fire
And took shelter in the sea
All except me
As the black flags fall in flames around me
The captain and his ship both meet the sea
Written by
devante moore  24/M
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